He studies the just fucked, orgasmic feral expression spreading across her face. Her hands blindly place the collar around his neck. The metal and spiked choke collar they had purchased at the last Winter Vendor Fair.

When It's Never Enough

Then I feel it. His hands brushing across my shoulders as he reaches up to the back of my neck and gathers the thickness of my long dark hair. His fingers become entwined in the strands. Carefully and gently he reaches through the rebellious and wild pieces that have become entangled from our play. He moves them away revealing my face; with his finger pulls one last strand that has become caught between my lips and his shaft.

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